Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from India and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Stiv Bators to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Hot Snakes,
Godley & Creme,
The Velvet Underground,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Hood,
Grauzone,
Blake Baxter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Goldenarms,
Subhumans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aural Exciters,
Skriet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun City Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Birthday Party,
Agent Orange,
Peter and Kerry,
Ten City,
James White and The Blacks,
Rufus Thomas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bob Dylan,
Eve St. Jones,
Anthony Braxton,
Lyres,
Y Pants,
Shoche,
The Doobie Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Coltrane,
Reagan Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Negative Approach,
AZ,
Thompson Twins,
Cybotron,
Tres Demented,
Gang Green,
The Black Dice,
Panda Bear,
Barry Ungar,
The Star Department,
Newcleus,
The Young Rascals,
Oneida,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ponytail,
Maleditus Sound,
D'Angelo,
Johnny Clarke,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neil Young,
The Motions,
Reuben Wilson,
Massinfluence,
Neu!,
La Düsseldorf,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eli Mardock,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.